It’s terror, he said
And this stuck in my head
Because I finally new the difference
between living and surviving
But I can’t seem to quit
This repetitive shit
And I know this disease is continually thriving
Still, I can’t hit pause
Or unfurl it’s claws
from the grasp it has on my brain
So I pray and I weep
For some respite or sleep
And hope that someday
I’ll be fine
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